LYRIC



The sunset sky is leaving Atlanta behind
The pine trees fade, tiny cars on their way

They’re almost there
They’re almost where?

What do you call the fear of being forgotten
What if no one remembers your name?
What if we are just the food for the cotton
The roots of the garden one day?

Does it frighten or free us
To think the world doesn’t need us
At all?

The valley is wide
You can see the lights from the sky
The shimmering earth
Another young fool takes his turn

To arrive at LAX
With that kick drum in his chest

What do you call the fear of being forgotten?
What if no one remembers your name?
What if we are just the food for the cotton
The roots of the garden one day?

Does it frighten or free us
To think the world doesn’t need us?

And our memoirs are just k-barred
And our cave our
Our walk of fame star
Our trophy wall
Everybody’s walking away
And nobody knows what to say
Except to make it clear
By God I was here

Hollywood knows
Where the stars really go
And it’s not where you think
But the parking is free
I’m not being clever when I say
Hollywood forever

What do you call the fear of being forgotten
What if no one remembers your name?
What if we are just the food for the cotton
The roots of the garden one day?

But we’ll honk our horn
And forget that we were born naked

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